Title: Sweet Valentine

Author: Linstock

Pairing : Spock /Uhura

Rating: T

Type: Romance, fluff

Warning: Adult themes and sexy times. Also these are not beta read, due to the time constraints…be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Star trek the characters or profit in from this writing.

Summary: These stories were all written as part of the Spock-Uhura Valentines day drabble fest. It is a series of unrelated stories all about Valentine's day. They are short but definitely not drabble.

Yuzuki-chan's prompt: Uhura buys Spock some V-Day chocolates, but doesn't know the effect they'll have. Spock doesn't either...

The Gift.

Nyota was doing her sneakiest sneaking. She had even taken off her shoes. She only sneezed once, a little bitty sneeze too. Cardassian Sunrises always made her sneeze but she's only had one ... and two or three shussos. But really, it was like a little mouse sneeze it was so little. She'd stumbled a bit, but even a Vulcan couldn't hear a stocking footed stumble and a mouse sneeze through a closed door could they?

The answer was "yes" because he stood looking straight at her, stony faced.

He'd caught red handed in the act of leaving the colourful bag outside his door. She thought briefly of saying something like, "I was just passing and saw this and thought would let you know it was here." But it wouldn't wash; exactly why was a third year cadet just passing on the top floor of the male officer's quarters at 11.30pm on the 14th of February? There was no good answer to that one.

As Nyota watched, dry mouthed, Spock bent, picked up the bag and stepped away from the door. It was less an invitation, and more an order, either way it amounted to the same thing…disaster.

She entered. The door whooshed shut behind her and she started, she'd been totally engrossed in watching Commander Spock place the colourful bag on the table. He stood looking at it like it was an unexploded bomb. Actually, when she thought about it, it was, in away. She squirmed and sneezed again.

He reached into the sparkly red bag resplendent with fluorescent pink hearts and trimmed with matching pink fluffy handles and pulled out the little palm sized box of chocolates. There were five heart shaped chocolates, each on about the size of Spock thumb nail, sitting in a bed of sparkly green padding and arranged in a circle around a yellow disk to resemble a flower. He removed the clear top of the box and seemed to sniff the chocolate. At least these were rich dark Belgium chocolates…not the cheap, gritty, rubbish most of the student exchanged.

He pulled out the chunky strawberry chocolate syrup bottle, read the label and placed it on the table. Then he took out the card.

Her heart dropped. Oh heavens, the card. Why, oh why, had she bought that one?

There were dozens and all them marked down. She could've bought a cheeky one, or a clever one, but no, she had bought the one that made stupid tears prickle her stupid eyes. It was from a series based on old love songs. Twentieth century music had mostly been pretty awful, but they'd had a way with heart rending lyrics. Nyota didn't know the song the card featured, but when she read the verse her eyes blurred and she'd bought it. She'd even signed it, but only with three big Xes.

As Spock stared at the card the words ran through her mind again.

"My eyes adored you
Though I never laid a hand on you,
My eyes adored you
Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see
How I adored you:
So close, so close and yet so far."

He placed the card on the table. Not one word had been said and Spock hadn't so much as glanced at her. He still didn't look at her when his voice snapped out.

"Cadet what was your intension in leaving these items?"

Nyota fumbled around for an acceptable version of the truth.

Spock's voice came again, "Cadet answer the question."

"The question," she parroted inanely as she desperately struggled to phrase a face saving answer.

"Cadet, are you so inebriated that you are unable to speak?" His voice was like ice.

"No Sir."

"Then answer the question."

"I wanted to ..." she trailed off into another sneeze, "I didn't mean any disrespect sir, it was…"

"Cadet!" Again the whip crack of command stopped her stammering answer. "I will make it simpler for you." He turned to face her now. Nyota felt her breath catch, his normally bland face was a rigid mask and as cold as his voice. "Answer yes or no. Did you purchase this items?"

"Yes, sir." He nodded.

"Did you leave them at my door?"

"You know I…" His glare, there was no other word to describe it, cut her off, "Yes sir?"

"Is this your idea of a joke?"

Her mouth when dry. Nyota had a sudden vision of other tipsy students, on other years, thinking it hysterically funny to leave a Valentine gift for the Vulcan. You know the one with a stick up his ass. Probably never been laid. Give him a thrill; let him think someone could want him, as if! This was what he thought she was doing; what she was like.

"No Sir," she snapped and glared at him.

"Then please answer my original question. Why did you leave these items at my door?"

"My intention was to include you in a local celebration, sir."

"Valentines day." Nyota recognised that the statement was a prompt to continue.
"Yes sir. It is a day where it is customary to let people know of your regard for them, sir. I wanted you to feel …be…included in this. Not to feel," again she corrected herself, "be an outsider. To this end I purchased the gifts intending to leave them at your door. Sir."

Spock turned away and stood motionless. Nyota sneezed, twice. Spock gave no indictation of hearing. He slowly turned, picked up one of the small chocolates and placed it in his mouth. He tilted his head slightly to one side considering.

"Did you select these items specifically with me in mind?"

Nyota felt as if a trap was slowly closing, but she steeled herself and answered truthfully, "Yes, sir."

He nodded as he ate a second chocolate.

"What were your selection criteria?" He casually ate another small heart as he waited.

Nyota had thought this interview couldn't get much worse, but obviously it could. What a question. Why didn't the floor open now and swallow her? Was it to much to ask?

"I chose the chocolates because they were good quality and that seemed appropriate. The syrup for much the same reason, and in case you didn't like dark chocolate. I just thought the bag was fun. "

"The card?"

Nyota took a deep breath, looked at the floor and replied. "Because it was an accurate summation on my feelings."

With her eyes down Nyota missed Spock's reaction to her words.

When she opened her eyes. Spock was looking hard at her but not like before. He'd picked up the small container, as he ate the forth chocolate he held the box out.

She stepped forward and took the heart he offered.

She'd been right, it was darn good chocolate, rich, mellow , not too sweet and silky on the tongue.

"Cadet,"

"Yes, sir"

"Why does the syrup have a brush attached to the bottle?"

She couldn't see that she had much to loose at this stage. "Well sir, it's intended for…..

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Cadet Nyota Uhura knew two things before opening her eyes. She was hung-over and she was not in her bed. When she moved slightly she realised three other things. She was slightly sore ...there… , she was not alone and she was strangely sticky.

She turned her head, carefully, and opened her eyes. She was looking at the sleeping face of Commander Spock. As she drank in the sight of his peaceful face she noted his dark long lashes, his full slightly bruised lips, the chocolate smears on the corner of his mouth and cheek. The events of the previous evening returned to her in a wave. Was it kinky that they'd referred to each other as "Cadet" and "Sir" throughout? She didn't care she just knew it was as sexy as hell. Just thinking about what "throughout" entailed she felt the warmth build and replace her slight soreness.

As she watched his eyes slowly opened.

"Good morning sir. It's time for breakfast," she whispered and leaning forward, licked the chocolate syrup off the corner of his mouth.